Laying in what was once the bed of his
room with Hope Summers sleeping on her side next to him, Hank McCoy tossed and
turned slowly to a troubling dream…
*
Sitting at the kitchen table of the
cafeteria, Hank McCoy sighed drinking his tea. He was back to his normal self…
Well, back to his 6-foot-tall self, straightening the tie around his neck and
leaning back in his chair he was enjoying the time before he had to go teach
math class. “Hi Hank! Enjoying the tea?” Asked Hope as she entered the
cafeteria, smiling back at the blue furred mutant before opening the fridge to
look inside. “I’m feeling hungry, in the mood for some breakfast?”
Turning his head to answer her, he
found himself staring at her rear, clad in skin tight jeans as she rummaged
through the refrigerator. At that moment Hank was caught off guard when the
front of his pants bulged out into a tent, a throbbing erection had set in and
painfully pressed up against the fabric of his pants. “Uhm… Maybe chicken,
though I’m not to hungry…” Getting up from his chair, Hank groaned when he felt
his entire body throb larger, bulking up with muscle until the back of his
jacket and sleeves burst and the front of his pants ripped open to free his
foot long, beer can thick cock.
“sniff, sniff… Do you smell something?”
Asked Hope, getting up from her spot. “It smells…” Finally seeing the larger
Hank struggle with his erection, Hope licked her lips. “Smells… Hot…” Eyeing
the thing like she was possessed, Hope slowly fell to her knees and began to
stroke and lick at his shaft, forcing Hank to fall back into his seat. As the
seconds passed, he continued to grow bigger, his shoes bursting and his pants
tearing down the thighs and ankles. Suddenly Psylocke and Rogue stepped into
the kitchen, wincing and wriggling their noses. “What in tarnation! Smells like
a stable in… Here…” Seeing the sight of Hope sucking off a giant Beast pinned
against the wall where his seat had collapse, both women looked incredibly
aroused before falling to the floor to join the woman in worshiping Hank’s
monster cock. Hank grew more worried (along with getting larger) when Storm and
Emma Frost quickly ran into the kitchen, competing for space to lick and stroke
his now two-foot-long cock while the horny ladies pressed against each other
between his legs.
Squinting down when his head bumped the
ceiling, Hank found five sets of eyes drunk with lust looking back up at him
adoringly. That alone was too much, and Beast found himself firing off a
torrent of cum that blasted the five women back and coated them in thick seed,
the smell they were mentioning had become even more potent and the five began
to make out, licking themselves clean of his jizz. Lowly regaining his
strength, Hank gasped that his erection didn’t let down. Even worse, the ladies
suddenly began to grow larger and more curvaceous, bursting out of their
clothes as blue fur began to spread across their bodies.
Fully transformed into beasts
themselves, they looked onto Hank with renewed arousal and pounced on his
throbbing erection once again. Kissing and nipping at each other like animals,
the five ladies formed a pecking order when Hope sat out and growled at her
competitors, her massive breasts wobbled as she quickly spun around and
presented her heart shaped rear and tail to Hank, her clawed hand still on his
cock before she aimed it at her nethers and sunk down to the hilt. Grabbing
hold of her wide hips and ass for support, Hank groaned and grunted when she
twerked and ground against him, moaning out loud as the others pressed either
side of her, eager to take her place when she was filled.
Furniture were pushed out of the way as
they continued to grow, the walls eventually giving way when they could no
longer contain them, and yet they continued to grow and rutt. Hank’s head
finally broke through the ceiling to the second floor, gritting his fanged
teeth when an overbite formed and his face pushed forward into a muzzle and a
pair of massive horns popped out of his skull like a ram’s. Behind him the wall
gave way when a long fat tail grew out behind him, ending in a boney spiked
club that knocked over furniture in its wake.
In just a few minutes, Hank and the
ladies outgrew the mansion itself, the entire building collapsing as they burst
out, moaning and braying like animals as they one by one traded places with
Hank tenses and flooded their pussies with gallons of seed. Rolling his
shoulders and grunting while he thrust into Storm, Hank felt spikes pop out of
his back all the way down to his tail, his neck growing longer and thicker to
match his growing muscle and bulk, before a pair of feathery wings sprouted
from his back and flapped after firing off a torrent of cum into the beast
woman Storm. Dislodging himself from the sated beast woman, Beast looked down
and smiled at the five massive she-beasts cooing and moaning on the ruins of
the mansion as their bellies rapidly swelled large and heavy with his young.
Looking down at himself, his fanged smile widened.
The Beast was loose! Nearly 6 stories
tall and as large as the mansion itself, Hank had become a cross between a
goat, bear and dragon! A terrible monster driving soley by desire, hunger and
arousal, the monstrous Beast King looked over to the city out over the horizon and
purred. He would spread this gift to the city, turn the victims of his lust
into more of his kind, to grow and feed and conquer! Flapping his massive
wings, the bloated powerful monster took to the air and slowly made his way
towards the city…
*
Gasping and looking around frantically,
Hank groaned and rubbed the sleep out of his tired eyes. “Ah jeez… What a fucked-up
dream…”
“Yeah, your telling me!”
Confused, Hank looked up and gasped!